[Jason slumps a little further, rolling his shoulders. He could honestly come just making Tim uncomfortable. It's a turn-on that Tim probably won't understand. Jason's just waiting for him to start whining or to close his mouth before Jason allows it. He wonders if the kid would stay like that for an hour if Jason wanted.]

You like having an audience, huh? Bet you'd get off just having me watch you like this. Dirty. Filthy. It suits you.

[Jason is right, Tim doesn't understand why making him uncomfortable is something that the older ex-Robin gets off on. He doesn't have to understand it to find it annoying, though - or to play to it, if he feels like it. For right now, he's in that middle ground between annoyed and embarrassed that he seems to find himself in a lot when he's dealing with Jason.

Heat prickles uncomfortably between his shoulder-blades as Jason talks, and he slowly shakes his head, frowning again. He doesn't get off on having an audience, in fact if it weren't just Jason on the other end of this call, he'd be too painfully embarrassed and angry to have gotten anywhere near this far. It's watching Jason watch him that's put him into a confused feedback loop of voyeurism and consternation. But, well, it's certainly true that he's still aroused, and he starts stroking himself, slow and firm.

How long he keeps his mouth open like this depends almost entirely on just how annoying Jason gets, really.]

[The animal edge to that grin makes something twist in Tim's stomach, and it's probably a bad sign that he can't tell whether it's very sensible fear, or arousal. It only takes him a moment to process that remark, and then he's turning a deeper shade of flushed pink.]

... If... [He glances away from the phone for a second, then looks straight back at it, face serious.] If you have a record of that, I want to see it.

[He's silent for a long moment after that, then lets out a small sigh. The picture is jarred and jumbled as he moves to sit down, but Jason is rewarded with a view between his spread legs once he's sat down, knees bent and fully hard cock prominently displayed.]

[Really, Jason was always especially good at reading people. Knowing what to tell them and when. It was a skill he'd even further honed since dying and coming back. Even if he has no clue if Dick can do it or not, he can tell that's what Tim wants to hear, so he'll give him that fantasy.

Of course, now Jason's imagining Tim with Dick, and that's not a bad visual either.

He watches Tim go down for his own cock, and tries not to laugh. God. Is there anything Tim wouldn't do if Jason asked nice enough?]

[If Jason asks for anything too nicely, Tim will suspect a trap - not that he's not suspicious by default already, of course. It's just that, well... Jason is Jason, and so sometimes certain other factors outweigh Tim's sense of caution and self-preservation.

He's not sure if he really believes that Jason's seen Dick performing auto-fellatio or not, but that's not going to stop him storing the imagery away for later fantasies. And it gives him some extra motivation in trying this for himself, to match something that Dick can, allegedly, do.]

If you laugh at me for trying something you suggested, I'm hanging up and blocking your number.

[He scowls at Jason's face on the screen, then settles back into working out how best to do this - and give Jason the best view possible while he's at it. He shifts position so that his hips are tilted up slightly, and hooks one leg over his arm, so that he can hold the phone in a better angle there. Then, he uses his free hand to hold his cock still and dips his head. Down, down... it's an awkward position, and an uncomfortable stretch, but he manages it, and starts by licking his own slit, which prompts a quiet, surprised moan out of him.]

[Tim's frown is one of concentration, now. He really didn't think that he could do this, but now that he's so close, he's determined to get it right. In part because it feels almost surprisingly good, and in part because he can hear the edge of desperation driving Jason's voice.

He licks the slit again, shuddering slightly, and then dips further, taking the head of his own cock into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks to start sucking. He gives the base a couple of swift, jerky strokes with his hand, and groans around himself.]

If I were there, I'd make you hold that shit in your mouth while I ate you out.

[Jason is practically shaking. He'd thought this would be a bit of fun. Torturing Tim while he patrols. But now that Tim's giving in, sucking his own goddamn cock with those pretty lips, body bent beautifully in half, Jason's betting he won't get another chance like this anytime soon.]

[Tim lets his eyes fall shut as Jason talks, and groans around himself again, muffled and wet-sounding. He can just imagine it, Jason giving him the same kind of orders, making him hold this position while he plunged his tongue inside of him - licked him and made him squirm. He swallows and works himself lower, taking more of his cock into his mouth and starting to bob his head up and down, still working his hand to match the rhythm he's setting up.

His other hand shakes a little, but he's careful to keep holding the phone as steady as he can, fully aware that he's doing this for Jason - and putting on quite a show for the older ex-Robin. Because of that, he takes his hand away from his cock to rub two fingers down low, over the tight leather of his uniform still covering his ass, rocking his hips up, slow and deliberate, as if to say right there, before going back to stroking himself.]

[Tim is, slightly guiltily, enjoying the dirty talk, enjoying imagining Jason doing just that, ripping open his suit and taking him, and he strokes himself faster.

And then he stops, swallowing, and slowly pulls off, saliva trailing from his lips as he sits up and gives Jason a dark look.]

I'd put this phone down and make you listen to me finish without being able to see what I'm doing, or giving you any say in it. Then I'd hang up, block your number, break into your safe houses and blow up all your computers, and I wouldn't speak to you for a year. No talking, texting, looking or touching. Unless it was to tell you what I was doing with Dick instead of you.